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It doesn’t take a brain surgeon to know this encounter’s probably not going to end with a handshake and a grin… luckily for you Pepper seems to already have a plan forming in her head based on the glance she shoots you!
Matching your new acquaintance’s smile with one of your own, you send his question right back at him: What’s <span class="mu-i">he</span> doing at the bottom of an abandoned mine, then, huh? Shouldn’t he be keeping an eye on Mina and Darren?
“Why, following you, of course!” He laughs as the rest of his entourage tighten their collective grip on their <span class="mu-s">N4 RIFLES</span>. “Picked up your tracks a few kilometers back… woulda’ said our hellos earlier, but you and your mates seemed like you were in a hurry!”
The security goon nods his head in Pepper’s direction. “Odd place for a meetup, but I ain’t getting any younger–guess this is just a young person’s idea of a fun time, ey?”
Yea, you scoff, you’re having a <span class="mu-i">blast</span>...
“Mine your manners around this guy, chief…” Warns Pepper as she gives you a gentle nudge, “He’s been known to cart people off at the drop of a hat…”
“Now now, Pepper, we’re just talking here! Just me and the guys shootin’ the shit, yea?”
Right… just talking…
“And as for your second question,” Smythe continues as he keeps his eyes trained on your favorite redhead, “We were hoping you could help us out with that, actually!”
You blink. With what… finding Mina and Darren? Smythe rewards your guess with a wink and a smile!
“Lookit the whizz kid here! See, it just so happens that a lotta’ kids strayed away from the mansion tonight–we just thought we’d survey a few of ‘em and see if they could tell us where everyone’s holed up! Y’know… where the afterparty is!”
“Why uh… why do you wanna know?” Asks Raj as he holds Linda close to his chest.
“Well why else?! Island gets dangerous at night, y’know… and my boys here, well… they get so <span class="mu-i">tired</span> pulling all-nighters like this, don’cha, boys?”
“Yup.” Nods the goon on Smythe’s left.
“Mhm.” Agrees the other.
“So y’see, mate,” Shrugs the security chief, “It’s easier for everyone involved if we don’t have to chase everyone down! I’m betting you’re all real tired now, aren’tcha?”
Smythe’s smile falters a bit when none of you respond.
“You’re all gonna be <span class="mu-i">dead</span> tired if you keep pawin’ at that shooter on the ground there, Pep.”
The girl stiffens and quietly retreats from the weapon. Dang.
>CONTD.
